Rhyme of life

Rhyming as I am climbing 
Rhyming Rhyming as I am climbing 
King of rhyme
Yes I am just in my prime 
Just need some tips and need some time 
Before I unleash my only  crime 
Crime of being the best one to rhyme 
Away from history and ahead of Time  
The way I rhyme isn't a shine 
Its literally an whole cave of gold mine 
Rhyme with my words 
Rhyme in my mind 
Time to rhyme something of my kind :
Once I was That little child 
Who always hated his little mind 
That mind was filled of all poetic treats 
Which couldn't compete with the standard needs 
I got kicked on my head
Got beaten bad 
I was raised as the kid who always sad
Sad for not having that others had 
But knew god created all different good and bad 
Why i always the one who  gets treated like that 
My childhood trauma always questioned that 
The tution teacher  who beated  me bad 
The physical scoldings thats  still  in my head 
I hated when she used to call me dead head 
When I couldn't study what she was told and said 
Because all these days she was mad at me 
Since I knew from start that as a teacher  she never cared  at(about) my  hobbies and my childness 
I sometimes got hate for my  kindness
Then comes the school part 
Where embarassment  became my daily art  
Got my parents insulted by my bad handwriting 
They never wanted to know whats behind that mad writing 
Behind that writing is my pain and my creative mind which  never involved those creatures of their dirty kind .